Wei Shu

Chapter 25 Questions and Answers
Wei Shu stared at him, a trace of ridicule gradually appeared on his face:
"I thought there was no need for us to continue doing these superficial things. Yue Bawu, don't you think so?"

When she spoke, her hands were completely under her sleeves.

The young man stared at Wei Shu's sleeves, the transparent rain curtain suddenly broke again, the soft whistling sound mixed with the sound of the rain, it was difficult to distinguish.

"The one you just made was actually aimed at me, right?" Wei Shu's eyes were fixed between the young man and Meteor Yue again.

From the corner of the eye, every slight change of the young man, every rotation of the meteor axe, is invisible.

"Where is Gouba?" the boy asked.

The voice that has washed away excess emotions is dry and cold, like a wooden wheel that has been in disrepair and rolled down in the ice and snow.

Instead of answering Wei Shu, he asked a question instead.

"How would I know?" Wei Shu's voice was colder than his.

"You must know." The young man's eyes were frighteningly bright: "Just now I said that I came here with a hook, but you were not surprised when I heard it. It can be seen that you have known that he is in Baishuang City. Have you seen him?"

"Will you believe me if I say I haven't seen it?" Wei Shu stood with her sleeves folded.

The boy didn't speak.

The wind whipped up a large area of ​​rain, sweeping up the remnant eaves, and the noise was like trampling horseshoes, filling the short silence in the small courtyard.

"Is he dead?" the boy asked suddenly.

"You said you came here with him, don't you know this kind of thing better than me?" Wei Shu asked back.

"You killed him?" The boy didn't seem to hear her words.

"You think I can kill him?" Wei Shu looked at him expressionlessly.

"Where is his dead body?" The boy persisted and continued to ask.

"Have you always been so fond of guessing wildly?" Wei Shu's rhetorical question rang out almost at the same time as his words fell to the ground.

There was no answer, only questions.

Perhaps, deep in the hearts of the two of them, they already had the answer.

"Why don't you do it?" After counting breaths, the boy spoke again.

Still a question.

"Do it? To whom? You? Why?" Wei Shu stood leaning against the door leisurely, still answering with rhetorical questions, and asked four consecutive questions.

Silence shrouded again, and the eyes of the two passed through the wind and rain, as if they were separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

Even though they were only ten steps apart.

However, to them, these short steps are like a moat.

The whistling sound stopped at some point, and the rain curtain closed again, the ray of light seemed never to appear, and one of Wei Shu's hands tucked in his sleeve also came out, brushing the hair that was blown by the strong wind.

For some reason, the moat that separated the two seemed to have turned into a river. The winding water waves were soft and quiet, and the sense of oppression like a thousand peaks swung away.

"The golden dog deserves to die." The boy's voice was extremely cold.

After taking off his disguise, he was filled with a raging killing intent.

This sentence can be regarded as an official answer to Wei Shu's initial question.

"Meteors go month by month, never to return."

Wei Shu said in a rambling voice, brushing off the scattered raindrops on her sleeves.

The young man was silent for a while, then nodded and said: "Yes, you are right. I can't let my ax spin back idly. You should also know that if you can't see the blood when you leave the weapon, then you will lose your mind."

Once the killing intent is condensed, one has to muster one's feet to move forward, but giving up halfway is harmful.

After the meteor ax flew out, it would either bring back Wei Shu's head, or someone else's head.In short, never return in vain, otherwise, Yue Bawu himself will be injured.

After saying this, the boy looked at Wei Shu for the first time: "You...don't kill me?"

Wei Shu folded her sleeves indifferently, her autumn-like eyes stared into the distance, and she said a short sentence:
"What do you think?"

The young man stood silently, and the peacock-blue Nuoju suddenly fell down: "You didn't kill me because I...wasn't worthy?"

Wei Shu smiled lightly and remained silent.

The young man took a deep breath, then raised his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on Wei Shu's body: "Don't regret it."

"Hmm." Wei Shu nodded leisurely, only answering with one word.

There is nothing to regret even if you regret it, because...

I am hurt!hurt!

Subduing others without fighting is her only choice at this time.

The boy's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Since Wei Shu's appearance, he has had countless chances to strike, but each time he was firmly locked by the opponent's aura, so that he was unable to strike.

At this time, cold sweat was already drenching his back.

I am no match for her.

Before he said "Don't regret it", the boy had this thought, and as soon as this thought came out, all kinds of distracting thoughts grew wildly like weeds, and he could no longer restrain himself:
Gouba must have died by her hand;
Gou Ba's martial arts are more than ten times stronger than mine, how can I kill her?
If I had known today, when Jinghong caught a glimpse of her going in and out of the compound the night before last, he should have reported it immediately, but at that time, not only did he hide the news by mistake, he even refused to go to check, but avoided it from a distance. For fear of disturbing her.

It's too late to repent right now, and I have to continue to hide the news, otherwise...

Thoughts were chaotic, and the murderous intent gathered gradually dissipated. The young man only felt his inner breath floating, and his qi and blood surged.

Fortunately, Lao Tu had already died under his axe, and it was considered to be a reward for killing him, but his intentions were not empty, but he would not hurt himself too much.

He coughed a few times, and when he spoke again, the boy's tone became even lower: "I did intend to kill you just now, but your breath..."

Very strong.

The boy tightly closed his lips, absolutely unwilling to utter these two words.

He is still young, and he still can't say such words that increase the ambitions of others and destroy his own prestige, and he also feels that saying this is like begging for mercy, so he stopped abruptly for a few breaths, and then he continued:

"It's because of me... that I changed my target."

"That being said, you don't need to just kill that golden dog." Wei Shu sighed, looking a little helpless:
"Then you don't have to bother to kill those small characters, just run away in a fright. As a result, you lost one head, and I had no choice but to kill the other one. Fortunately, at this time, Yu The wind is strong, and there are only two of them, and there is no one passing by outside, otherwise it will be troublesome."

"It's just two more dogs, so what?" the boy's voice was very calm.

At this moment, his body was as cold as frost, and the Meteor Ax wrapped around his wrist trembled slightly, as if he had sensed his master's killing intent towards the two golden men.

Compared with people, Wei Shu felt that these dead things were more believable.

Then, what the boy said should be the truth.

He really thought the golden dog should die.

Thinking of this in her heart, Wei Shu followed his words and said: "Yes, they really deserve to die, but have you ever thought that they will die in front of the sister and brother's house like this, in case someone What should his family do if they bumped into each other?"

"What should I do?" The peacock-blue Nuo tool was lifted upwards, and the sky light surged on it: "I only care about killing people. What does that family have to do with me?"

Wei Shu stared at the young man quietly: "Then if someone is going to report to the police right now..."

"Then kill the reporter as well." The boy stroked the edge of the meteor ax with his index finger, his voice was very flat.

At that moment, his body was permeated with a kind of indifference that regarded human life as nothing, no different from the old Tu whose head had been chopped off by him.

(End of this chapter)